Lemurian Congress

By extension, if you're wearing the WRONG clothes then games are only half as much fun.

You're always proud of her. Good cause you have too. Sitting beside her in the car...strolling down-town...stepping out together...you k...

Let's have a quilting party tonight in our cute quilted robes from Best's! Pajama parties after ten will soon be known as quilting p...

And the award for LEAST sexy male apparel goes to... Reis' jimpants of Burton's Irish poplin! I'm not sure what that entire sent...

Maybe you think the Muffyblog isn't sexy enough? If so, here's your B.V.D. Beefcake from April 27, 1929. Love the smoking jacket an...

Season six, episode three of The Daily Muffy -- "Maid of the Mist"-- begins tomorrow! A new picture in the journey will appear eve...

I now present "Best's New Brevities" for 1929! Apparently these "brevities" were "like those the professional d...

Another poem by Ruth Brown , this time from the March 9, 1929 issue of The New Yorker. In blue shoes I am sure I'd be A great deal more ...

It took me forever to figure out what was going on in this picture. Eventually I realized that the two old ladies were laughing at the man b...

I apologize for this sudden glut of New Yorker advertisements. I try to engineer this blog so that there are no "runs" of similar ...

Beware: you can bruise your feet with high heels. This happens to me so infrequently that I forget about it every time, but during some circ...

I understand that's not a very catchy title but I felt the need to stretch an old saying, maybe because conventional wisdom has always t...

I've rented a collection of "All Star Family Feud" episodes. I'm not exactly sure why I've done this, but I've had...

Last month Vanilla sent me a link to Exoskeleton Cabaret and told me that I absolutely MUST buy some of their hair extensions. I said that ...

Sometimes, when this blog goes silent for a day or two, it's because I'm stupid and brain dead and I just want to take a seventy-two...

In order to motivate myself to sew -- as opposed to just using safety pins to hold my clothes together -- I rent a really stupid movie, sit ...

It still shocks me, digging through the feminine duds in an antique store, to come across a small gutted mammal with its head and feet still...

Sometimes it seems like the world is out to get me. You know this is leading to a story about intense frustration, so let's get right to...

Hmmm. There are a few things to be said about this June 30, 1928 advertisement from The New Yorker. First, there was simply no escaping this...

I had four days off work during the long weekend, but somehow it only felt like six hours. First: the lead-up to "Pridetoberfest,"...